THE DAY THE 4077TH REALIZED THE KID WAS FINALLY GONE.
The restaurant in Los Angeles was quiet, the kind of place where old friends go when they don’t want to be recognized. Loretta Swit sat across from Gary…
THE DAY KLINGER’S WARDROBE FINALLY DECIDED TO QUIT ON THE SET
The room is packed. The air in the convention hall is a bit stale, but the energy is electric. I’m sitting there on the stage, looking out at…
TV’S MOST ARROGANT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS TRUTH WAS HIDDEN IN SILENCE
For years, the world knew him as the man who brought a touch of the Boston elite to a muddy camp in Korea. He was the embodiment of…
GARY BURGHOFF PUT ON THE OLD JACKET AND THE ROOM WENT SILENT.
The warehouse was tucked away in a corner of North Hollywood where the air always smelled of dry rot and old dreams. Loretta stood by the heavy metal…
THE DAY RADAR LEFT THE SWAMP WASN’T IN THE SCRIPT
The room was filled with the kind of comfortable silence that only forty years of shared history can produce. Gary sat across from Loretta, the California sunlight catching…
THE DAY THE STATUE OF LIBERTY FELL IN THE MALIBU MUD
I was sitting in this small, soundproof booth for a podcast a few years ago, thinking we were just going to talk about the “good old days” and…
HARRY MORGAN RAISING HIS GLASS… THE SCENE THAT WASN’T ACTED.
Jamie Farr looked across the table and saw a ghost flickering in his old friend’s eyes. They were sitting in a quiet, sun-drenched garden in 2010, the California…
HOW JAMIE FARR’S WARDROBE MALFUNCTION NEARLY SHUT DOWN THE MASH SET
Jamie Farr leaned into the microphone, the soft amber light of the podcast studio reflecting off his glasses. He looked across the table at Alan Alda, a familiar…
JAMIE FARR HELD THE RADIO AND SUDDENLY THE LAUGHTER STOPPED.
The warehouse was cold, smelling of mothballs, old canvas, and the quiet weight of things left behind. Jamie Farr walked through the rows of crates with Mike Farrell,…
THE CHOPPER BLADES STOPPED SPINNING, BUT THE SOUND NEVER LEFT THEM.
The dust in the Santa Monica Mountains has a specific smell when the sun hits the scrub brush at a certain angle. Gary stood at the edge of…